Under cover of lockdown

‘You’ve got dirt on your face,” said Michele. I had not. What I actually had on my face was my secret lock-down project: a moustache.

I am not sure how the thought took hold about attempting one, but sometime during the first dreary, scary week of Level 4, I realised that here, at last, was the mo-growing opportunity I had been waiting for. For years, I have admired moustaches on